2011/01/15

When the mountains would prostateSo high and so greatAnd yet we in meeknessKeep our backs straightWho is it we believe is great?When fajr is forgottenBut death is still a normWhen fear has crumbledAnd hope is goneWhen distrust is rampantAnd the people are barely dressedWhen there is openly lewdnessAnd sin causes no stressWhen God is an afterthoughtIf a thought at allWhen people cry for the loss of moneyAnd pray for more from this worldWhen pain is fixed by taking drugsWhen hands are used for violenceAnd tongues spew hatredWhen the places of our forefathersAre used for monetary gainWhen a MuslimIs the only one who remembers the purpose of lifeWhen shaitain no longer has to tryAnd evil is wide spreadWhen the last ones to believeAre long gone and deadLook for the hereafterCan't you hear his steps?